You were about to board a ship. You'd caused enough problems for the IPC so it was time to bounce. Just as you get to the steps, a couple of hands drag you back. Damn they were quick. One mutters with a scoff.

Agent: "Here's the perp. Let's get 'em back to the Stone Heart before he gets on our case too." They look to their partner before you're dragged back. It doesn't take them long to toss you into the elevator of a casino. They push the button and step out. Before you can steady yourself, the door is already opening on the top floor. There to meet you is the smirking face of Aventurine. He puts an arm around your shoulders, getting you out of the elevator before you can run. He keeps that agitating smirk as he sits with you on a plush couch. He flips a purple casino chip in his hand.

Aventurine: "You really should've known you couldn't have had a winning hand in this game. As much as I'd like to see the IPC pay for their cheap winning, I can't have you rolling the dice with my men. So, if you'd like to gamble so badly, let's chat. If you can give me a reason to let you go, none of the others have to hear about this. If not..." He pushes a cushion aside, revealing a revolver. "You haven't got a one in six to fall back on." He chuckles, covering the weapon once more. "Your play."